Into The Woods Script Analysis

In study hall, I was reading my Into The Woods script, trying to memorize song lines because the show was coming up. November 19th was weeks away, but it seemed as if it were tomorrow. Practices were full of performing known scenes in the newly constructed choir room and songs were struggled through in the small ensemble room. Memorizing was definitely something I needed to begin, but each time I tried to think of a song in my head, two of the ninth grade boys near me kept distracting me with their conversation topic.
They were sitting across from me, conversing about their past girlfriends. Austin and Shaun talked profusely about the activities their past significant others had chosen to participate in, including suicidal thoughts and self
The words from Into The Woods popped into my mind like pop-art, each word and letter a different size, color, and font. Into the woods without delay, but careful not to lose the way. Into the woods who knows what may be lurking on the journey...
A few minutes before the fourth hour bell rang to dismiss the study hall students, Shaun approached me, interrupting my memorizing of lines. He was laughing to himself and suspiciously looked back to where Austin was sitting every few seconds, but I ignored him and kept my head down, eyes on the printed words in the Into The Woods script. Even after my ignoring his presence, he continued to stand in front of my desk, and I hesitantly decided to look up at him.
“Yes?” I asked with caution, but I secretly hoped he would walk away without saying a word. I was not in the mood for one of his disgusting, vicious
Is he really going to tell everyone? He does not even know if I do, or if I did. What is he thinking? Does he not know what rumours do, true or not? I thought. There goes my hopes of being a normal peer for once. Though then I realized that if I was hiding something from my new friends, they were not my friends at all.
I let the two boys open their filthy mouths and spread their “secret” to their friends. The next couple of days were somewhat hectic. Whenever I would pass Austin or Shaun, they would give me a dirty look, and their friends would do the same.
I felt sorry for those two boys. Neither of them understood what it is like to be in my position. Sometimes I wonder if they do, but their words and actions say otherwise. I wish they knew how bad their teasing affected others, including myself. Because if they knew, they would stop.
Even though the teasing is bad, I have learned not to mind it. What do they know? Only I know what is going on inside of my head, and only I know how I feel towards certain matters. They can make me feel awful, tease me, and spread rumours, but they cannot change who I am, and I happen to be pretty